notabluesbro | 12th Confession [Action]

[Time for personal confetti because

~Wolfwood's back~

...Sort of.

Rather, he's smaller. Shorter. Even more scruffy and disorganized than before.

He'd woken up in a forest and spent a good 3 hours raking his mind over just what he was seeing—snow, actual snow. Of course, none of that was important for the meanwhile when he realized he was cold. Holy shit, was it freezing out here. At least whoever left him here gave him some clothes and... a gun in a holster?

Slipping on the way-too-big black jacket, he examines the handgun. Of course, Wolfwood always carried it on him, but... he's eight at the moment, so this information is just going over his head. It's not as though he's never used one, of course. He just never had such a nice holster to go with it!

But what doesn't go over his head is the fact that he has wings. Wings! What the hell is going on here? Where is he? Surely he's not... well, y'know.

He rushes around the dense for a for hours, stumbling and tripping in the groggy morning light, until he finds... ah, there are rooms in this building that aren't used? Maybe if he's sneaky, he can just stay in one of these here. Once that's done with, he wanders around town for a few hours with a ~~stolen~~ jacket sloppy thrown over his old collared shirt. Looking paranoid as he stalks through crowds. All right, Nick. You're in a strange place, but you cannot forget the number one rule: just survive.

Too many people around to steal from the stores. Stomach rumbling. Wait until night, then find a window, a door even, to sneak into.

When cold, black night eventually hits, he lassos the holster around his waist (hey, no more tucking into the side of his pants), under his shirt, and sets out, sneaking into whatever apartment or house he can. Perhaps sorting through your drawers, cabinets, or refrigerators. Hey, you can't expect him to know about all that free stuff, right? Despite him being as quiet as possible, there may be an occasional falling down of something—a pan, perhaps a glass. In case your character is a heavy sleeper. 8|]

[OOC: You can run into him any part of his day listed above! Replies will be from very very obvious journals~! Time and space is kicked often.

He might draw that gun in any robbery attempt, but he won't shoot at anyone. Unless they're trying to kill him. |Db]

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[He nods.]

S'all desert. The whole planet, I mean. Not much around... that are plants, anyway. There weren't any trees, where I'm from. Or no oceans, or lakes, or nothin' above ground...

The whole planet? [She looks surprised at that, pulling out a coat a little big for him, but not by much.]

Mmhm, the whole planet. We were gonna find a better one, but I guess somethin' happened and we crashed there instead.

Find a better one...? What do you mean?

People didn't take care of the old one, so it got too messed up t'live on anymore. I don't know that much, but they took people away on ships and were lookin' for a new one.

Somethin' happened, and we landed on one made of desert.

[He shrugs.]

That's all there is to it.

Ships? [To new worlds? She couldn't imagine having to travel willingly to another world. She's still boggled by Luceti after all, what more actually going to another different place.] That sounds sad. I cannot imagine how badly people must have treated the land for people to need to move.

Mmhm, people are like that, a lot. I notice they take a lotta' things for granted. But sometimes, it'll bite ya in the ass...

I suppose it's because they don't see the consequences before they arrive. It's hard to really expect some things.

Yeah... But it's 'cause of that that so many people had t'suffer in the future.

... [She falls silent at that. Well, she can't argue the truth after all.]

[Ah, he's made things awkward. Not unusual, but it doesn't mean he's particularly proud of that.]

What's your world like?

My world? [She perks up at that.] It's a beautiful place. The people there are really kind, though there are some... oddities sometimes.

[He perks up a little, at that.]

Oddities?

[Actually, he doesn't know what that word even means. But it sounds interesting.]

Hmm... strangeness, if you will. Some people just confuse me sometimes.

Oh, I guess that makes sense. All kinds of worlds have strange people, right?

I don't doubt it. I suppose that's also what makes them interesting.

What kinda' interesting things do you have in your world?

Mm, well it depends really. What do you define as interesting?

Well... things that make you surprised, I guess. Stuff that y'can't help but look at.

Then you'll find Zen very interesting.

Zen? Another one a'your friends?

A little more than that. [A pause, before she smiles.] He is the Second Prince of Clarines Kingdom. He's really kind, and he likes to catch people off-guard.

A prince, huh?

...We don't have none of those... What's so special about them, though?

Well... I suppose you could say their duty. The prince has a duty to his people, to protect them and to make sure that they prosper. They bring about the peace and order of their kingdom, and they are also the ones who the people look up to for everything.

It is far from an easy job, and it's not always pleasant.

... Sounds like a really hard job. He doesn't have t'do that all by himself... does he?

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